Wait, An Elf?!_The Best Way to Solve Your Problems is Definitely by Summoning a Demon to Smite Them
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Wait, An Elf?!
The sticky juice from my grape popsicle dripped down my fingers and onto the blazing sidewalk. It wasn’t as refreshing as I’d thought it’d be. The Arizona sun beat down on my tank topped back. I could feel the sunburn coming in. I sighed deeply. “Ugh, it’s too hot!” I yelled into the empty street. The occasional car would drive by, but other then that, everyone was inside they’re nice air-conditioned homes. “Stupid orphanage, not having enough money for stupid cold air...” I grumbled. I stood up, throwing the remaindewww.onedoor.ccr of my melted popsicle into the bushes. I turned to walk away and ran strai...
The Best Way to Solve Your Problems is Definitely by Summoning a Demon to Smite Them All Away
You could say Gavin was something of a demon-summoning expert, but you’d be wrong there because he’d never done it before in his life. He’d done quite a bit of research, though, on some new privacy browser he’d downloaded onto his mom’s wheezy old desktop, so he knew he had the appropriate number of candles, in a decently spooky shape, with the right chalk lines connecting them. He was pretty sure his blood sacrifice was sufficient (he hoped Mrs. Melontine wouldn’t miss her dog too much; he was a little beast anyway, who loved nothing more than biting ankles, and Mrs. Melontine was half-blind...
Jeopardy
My steel shackles thundered against the walls of the prison carriage, the horse behind me rearing. The heavily armored knight who was supposed to be riding the massive beast flew through the air. He couldn't have weighed more than a feather by the way he was flung off, crashing into the dead tree beside my cage. The force of the impact shattered the dry wood, the entire trunk toppling onto him. The dead plant consumed him, and moaned. I agreed with the tree, I would cry too if I lay atop him. That knight stunk terribly.The caravan stopped, horses galloping to the back. They circled my cage on ...
Rhys' Evening
Rhys stretched his arms and threw the baseball upwards, watching it rise up through the sky as it pierced the clouds. He closed his eyes as it fell towards him, its velocity increasing as it fell to the earth. His fist moved like lightning as his knuckles shattered the ball with little effort, striking it towards the sun as it screeched into the sunset. The baseballs in his bag shuffled around as he grabbed another, throwing into the air, and quickly punching it out into the horizon. After several repetitions of this, he frowned as he looked at his hands. Nothing changed. No bruises not even ...